daemonluna: default icon, me with totoros (TiW they fight crime)
Between the Female Gen ficathon, I Saw Three Ships, and the SGA Badfic Summary Minificathon (which I have barely started to read), I have many, many recs. Some of them are as follows:

Angel, Three Vital Rules for Staying Stylish, Even (Especially) in a World Overrun by Monsters "Look, you might know ancient prophecies and demonic dialects, and you might know axe-blades and street-fighting kung fu moves, but *I* know clothes, okay?"

Dead Like Me, Ship of Dreams Because it's about Penny.

due South, Kowalski "Even when she'd first thought about divorcing Ray, she'd never considered changing her name. Part of that was practical-— she'd battled to get where she was, and people knew her as ADA Kowalski. Part of it was simple courtesy; her mother had always told her it was devastatingly rude to return a gift given in good faith. And partly, she felt she owed it to Ray."

Firefly, Catching Snowflakes on her Tongue "The snow can't feel," River says. "It's just a thing, doesn't feel at all, no how. Not like a girl."

Firefly, Daughters of Jerusalem River's toes are always cold. This is the way she likes them. She can feel each of them at the end of her feet, count them without looking. The press down on the metal floors of Serenity, they wiggle and skim the ground (it's not ground, but it is, it's her homeland, she remembers coming from here and everything before was a dream, in utero), and when she pulls them up to sit on the chair with her, she can see white spots on the bottom of them that fade again to red as she watches. White spots like stars. "When stars fall," she tells Mal, "they turn into toes." River/Mal, eventually.

Firefly, Making New "As Inara puts the kettle away, she hears someone moving from the bridge to the kitchen. The footsteps are quiet and firm, the easy stride of someone who knows the ship and their way through it, but who is being considerate of others sleeping."

Firefly Where Circles Begin "They say most men are a little bit sly, and it may be true," Zoe mused. "But I should've known no man who used to have that mustache could be a hundred percent upright."

Grey's Anatomy, Grey's Apocalypse "The world ends on a Saturday and the first George hears about it is when a nurse comes out of the cafeteria and she walks right into him without saying anything. He's all set to get indignant when he sees that she's crying and then he just feels bad, so he apologizes for getting in her way and then gets out of it."

Grey's Anatomy, Indecisive, Thy Name Is "Later, after bad Chinese food and too much tequila, George let himself be maneuvered into service as a body pillow. Meredith lay stretched out on the couch, her head on his lap, his hands playing in her hair. Izzie tossed kernels of corn at both of them from her position on the floor, leaning against George's left leg, his right propped up on the coffee table."

Grey's Anatomy Just a Daisy in the Shadow of the Sun "His mother taught him manners, taught him to be polite to women. You open doors for them and buy them dinner and pat their shoulder when they cry and you love them, even when they break your heart, because some girls can't help but do that. Pick up their books when they drop them, pull out their chairs, never make lewd comments, never let your eyes linger below their neckline, women have eyes, they have brains, they should be respected. George knows how to treat women, but he never gets them in the end."

Grey's Anatomy, The Most Wonderful Time of the Year "This is not hate-filled rage-baking, she thinks as she grabs another armful of ingredients from the cupboard. Nor is it panicky, stressed-out avoidance-baking. No, this is Christmas-morning-in-her-slippers-with-chocolate-baking; the oven is warming up the whole kitchen and everything smells homey and the early morning quiet is just perfect as she leans her elbows on the counter and licks the wooden spoon."

Harry Potter, Twenty Random Facts About Ginny Weasley "7. For most of her first year at Hogwarts Ginny was teased mercilessly by Vera Goldman and Henrietta Wainthropp because of her second hand robes and taped together books. By second year she had learned not to let bullies get to her. She had also learned the Bat Boogey Hex."

Harry Potter, three ficlets, The Ugly Duckling, Rumplestiltskin, and Beauty and the Beast "I don't want the second one free. I don't want either one," the Goblin said. "In fact, there are still twelve minutes to go...I'm going to tell you my name, and then you'll know it and the deal will be off."

Pirates of the Caribbean, Of Swords and Flowers "Bodies were buried feet pointing east, and soon Anamaria could point due east from any point in town. Jacques called her La Boussole, and soon she was betting the other children she could point due east even blindfolded. Children who took the bet and then claimed they had no compass and thus could not confirm whether she was correct woke up to fish in their beds the next morning. Anamaria did not take kindly to losing."

RPS, Illegal Zombie-Actor Cage Fighting "You're supposed to be the guy to call if an actor wants to learn to fight zombies." This is utterly insane and I know I'm missing a lot of the jokes, but way too funny, none-the-less.

Six Feet Under, Uncertainty Billy once told Brenda that there was no such thing as a candid photograph. He sat cross-legged in the center of their parents' bed, accentuating every few words by slapping one pajama-clad thigh. "Every human being, Bren – you and I and Mom and Dad and even Dr. M.-D.-P.-H.-D. Gareth fucking Feinberg is always being observed, and any attempt to construct a narrative in which any individual can divorce himself from the gaze of the other in some arbitrary fashion long enough to be considered candid, is an imposition of false consciousness and belongs on the scrap heap of outmoded art forms."

Slammerkin by Emma Donoghue, What D'Ye Lack? A drabble, Mary/Doll.

SGA, Acts of Contrition When the engines finally roar to life, Rodney McKay is not in the engine room, one fist victoriously upraised, clutching a wrench, scorch-marks on his fingers and coolant smeared across his cheek like a red badge of courage. He does not make any speeches, does not loudly proclaim his own genius, does not even offer his team a pithy, "Good work, people. Let's bring her home." When the engines start purring, when the Ancient warship Helios stirs and shudders like a cat stretching out after a ten-thousand-year nap, when the systems all start coming online at once and Rodney's crack team of highly trained scientists are in the engine room squealing like a high school pep squad, Rodney is down the hall in a utility closet.

SGA, An Aesthetic Solitary Thing "My people--" He paused again, shoulders tense, hands curled into white-knuckled fists. He was looking around at them, obviously waiting for the freak-out to come. John's pulse picked up and he was aware of the gun on his hip, but he held himself still. Rodney went on. "We can 'seed'," he made air quotes, "other races. We can pass for human." Cracktastic wingfic.

SGA, Dex In which this summary "OMG So Jon n Rodny want 2 go back 2 Lantis but sum EVOL aliens capture them! and make them make out and wear eyeliner and stuff!1! Will they EVAR get back home?!?! also, Ronin eats a cookie." becomes a partial comic, and Ronon is tricksy.

SGA, Spanish Melodies and Bones Rodney McKay/Laura Cadman/Katie Brown. Rodney looks around the empty corridor, then leans close to her and whispers. "Just because we happened to share a body once, Cadman, doesn't mean you have the right to, to," he flaps his hand between their bodies,"insinuate things."

SGA, Pull Back to Reveal Rodney/John/Ronon, A Canadian, a Satedan, and an American, in twenty steps. Exactly one week after Ronon arrived in the city, Rodney caught him standing shirtless outside Sheppard's quarters and panting. Envy trounced sensibility. "Very impressive," Rodney said. "Very muscley. And seriously, if you were trying to seduce one of the marines, or maybe Elizabeth I'd say you've got a, oh, I don't know, one in three shot? One in four if you get one of the heterosexual ones. But either way, a great initial move."

SGA, Under the Sea "You went to a frat party and tutored them in physics?" Morgenstern pulled out his chair and sat down and rubbed his face. "Of course you did." College AU! John the drunken princess! Rodney being... Rodney!

SGA, Mixing Memory and Desire “A pen?” Rodney continued. “Loose change? Scrunchies? That’s the best you could offer for me? I’m sure I’m worth much more than that on a competitive market, not to mention the fact that--ooh! Are those, what’s the word, powerbars? Is that the peanut butter flavor?”
John frowned. “Rodney, are you all right?” he started, but just then Rodney made a move for the shiny foil wrapper and John had to focus all his attention on placating the outraged Neerian, who refused to calm down and stop making explosive and most likely rude gestures until John proved that he had sufficient control over his slave by tying the piece of string around Rodney’s wrist. “You really do bring these things on yourself,” John said, as he led Rodney away.

SGA, Release Mechanism "Ronon was pretty sure it was weakening their bargaining position to stand here yammering all night. Anyone who called himself a warlord was going to notice that they had a slight issue with chain of command in this outfit, and for a people who demonstrated their prowess through the quality and quantity of the slaves they controlled.... Ronon was no diplomat, but it seemed to him that they should be taking steps to disguise the fact that there wasn’t anyone on this mission who could compel the KP sergeants to give them extra whipped cream on their sweet potato pie, let alone keep a slave in line."

SGA, In conclusion, John totally likes Atlantis best "As they're attempting to leave with their trade agreement--in the form of an enormous ark filled with painted, wooden representations of agreed-upon goods--the eldest of the four Ho'llan princes bursts into hiccupping sobs and clings to Sheppard, eyes huge and artistically red with grief at the loss of his true love."

SGA recap of 2x16, The Long Goodbye "Dude. Weir has a pimping big screen. She totally has her Playstation hooked up and plays Katamari Damancy all day while making important 'I'm working very hard' noises."

Sports Night, Imaginary Husbands of the African Savanna "One night, feeling punchy, Dana cut a picture of Joe Crede out of an old Sports Illustrated and taped it to the control room desk. Looking at him made her more confident in her producing abilities. His mild face and powerful home-run-hitting biceps had a calming effect. Natalie approved of Dana's addition to the control room décor. 'Your baseball husband should have a place of honor,' she said. Natalie, who had been loyal to Derek Jeter for as long as Dana had known her, understood baseball husbands. She understood, for instance, that it did not constitute polygamy to also have a basketball husband, a football husband, and a tennis husband."

Sports Night, I Will Be With You Again "1988 was the year Dan spent falling into bed with pretty nearly anyone, male, female, whatever, anyone who'd smile at him, anyone who'd laugh at his jokes. That was the year of the New Year's Eve party where he slept with, well, no, nobody slept, but anyway, slept with at least three of the girls there, never learning any of their names, not caring. And 1989 was the year when he was plagued by a painful, burning sensation, the year when he learned more than he had ever wanted to know about the nature of antibiotics." Six New Years' for Dan Rydell.

Then there's Fellowship of the Peep, which is LoTR, only more... marshmallowy.

From [livejournal.com profile] trull_sengar comes Amusing Typos from Church Bulletins "The ladies of the Church have cast off clothing of every kind. They may be seen in the basement on Friday afternoon."

A New Yorker article on Mary Poppins: "In the midst of the celebrating crowd, it would have been easy to overlook the sixty-five-year-old woman sitting there, weeping. Anyone who recognized her as P. L. Travers, the author of the Mary Poppins books, could have been forgiven for assuming that her tears were the product either of artistic delight or of financial ecstasy (she owned five per cent of the gross; the movie made her rich). Neither was the case. The picture, she thought, had done a strange kind of violence to her work. She would turn the personally disastrous première into a hilarious dining-out story, with Disney as the butt of her jokes. But she had a premonition that the movie she hated was about to change everything for her. Writing to a friend, she remarked that her life would never be the same."

Horn Book's Narnia Chronicled has a series of articles and editorials, including the 1950's original HB reviews of the books.

Out and Ignored Why are so many school libraries reluctant to embrace gay teens? From School Library Journal.
daemonluna: default icon, me with totoros (sga voodoo)
Ha. Down to one window of tabs, mostly unread or uncommented fic. I've let stuff accumulate, so it's even more of a mixed bunch than usual.

SGA, Public Law My girlfriend's kinda insane, because you'd have to be to concieve of writing a fic about SGA and Canadian politics. That being said, in my not-so-unbiased opinion, she did so beautifully. "You have the president's approval." "I know what I have!" Elizabeth all but shouted. "And until Canada becomes a part of the United States of America, it will always be an independent country. This isn't military, John, this is Canadian politics."

SGA, #435, The Atlantis Local Stitch'n'Bitch Chapter Knitting. Snark. Cadman, Miko, and all the rest of the minor female characters. Rodney. Must be read to be believed. And there's fanart, too!

SGA, Perpetual A small and beautiful little thing about ferris wheels.

SGA, Piecemeal A different take on the "search and seizure" challenege, with a wonderful amount of character and plot and pure, visceral reaction in a short and eloquent (painful) space. Rodney hurts. Cadman helps. (Don't worry, it's gen.)

SGA, Two Left is a punch in the gut story. Horrifingly plausible, and well worth reading.

SGA, Be Cool Something a bit less tragic than the last few links. "Give it a rest, McKay. If you were so concerned about the scientific necessity of selling pot out of the botany labs, why didn’t you bring that up in the staff meeting?"

SGA, Distillation, set mid-"Lost Boys." "His heart pounds in his chest all the time. He can't sleep. His senses are sharper than ever. He smells Wraith everywhere, even on his own skin. The enzyme, the drug, makes him edgy." Mmh, John/Ronon.

Pratchett! A post from [livejournal.com profile] saffic to Monstrous Regiment fanart.

Diana Wynne Jones Fic! Specifically, Eight Days of Luke fic. I am thrilled to find this! David thinks Luke's only out to get him in the latest round of practical jokes...

Bruno & Boots, Love is a Movement "The pith helmet and unit standard (i.e., Bruno's hockey stick with a construction paper sign affixed that reads "REVOLUTION NOW QUESTIONS AFTER LUNCH") is a new low even for Bruno."

More book slash, Nancy Drew. The Clue of the Scribbled Note "I would never dream of upsetting George on purpose, only it's hard to tell what will upset her sometimes because her ideas are so queer."

Due South, Gun, with Occasional Kangaroo: A Love Story There is a gun. Twins. A Kangaroo. And Frannie with a harlequin about Mounties. All the fun absurdity of the series, plus, slash!

Harry Potter, The Last Horcrux Incredibly creepy, with a wonderfully horrible last line.

Harry Potter, Drink Me, more creepiness of the Draco/Ron variety.

Kitchen Confidental, The Queen of England by [livejournal.com profile] rageprufrock. "At 3 a.m. Wednesday Jack rolls off of the couch, almost causes himself permanent damage, and then creates a whole fucking new seafood dish that has a playful medley of Spanish flavors and the zinging citrus of limes, the verdant flavors of cilantro and the warm, sunny sweetness of roasted sun-dried tomatoes. [...] That night, they serve forty-six orders of lasagna, and it kills a piece of Jack's soul every order up that comes in for it." And yes, it is slash.

Lovely femmeslash, involving planes.

Smallville, Gilgamesh, a conceptually fascinating Smallville WIP, with cultural anthropology and ancient Kryptonian BDSM. Previous parts linked to at the top of the post.

Some X-Files here, All Sorts of Rules, Scully/Fowley. (I'm not looking at [livejournal.com profile] queenzulu, really...)

From the wank going on over at [livejournal.com profile] housefic, I'm glad I unsubbed a while ago, but it can't be all bad since dubious spelling led to these insane little snippets about cannons on House, and about cannnonical relationships.

I can't remember if I've linked to this before or not. Superdickery "An ever growing selection of examples of Superman acting like... well, a dick." Also includes a gallery of Wonderwoman in bondage.

Giant squid in the news! More here, and here. Also, dolphins with guns.

And Danish Air Force Compensates Santa for the death of one of his reindeer.

An excerpt from Anthony Blair, Captain of the School. British politics, the school story!

I think I got this link from [livejournal.com profile] trullsengar, The Fantasy Novelist's Exam. If you answer yes to any of these questions... um, it's not a good thing. And garnered from said page, an interesting site on weights of swords. (This stands out in my mind as the kind of thing [livejournal.com profile] jestyna would find interesting.

Screw Sunscreen is an exquisite and funny and perfect piece on the pleasures of drinking tea.

I had some Firefly and Serenity related links, but I think they deserve their own post. More later.
daemonluna: default icon, me with totoros (Default)
Your random link-y things of the evening:

Woo-hoo! Fingersmith by Sarah Waters is going to be a BBC miniseries!

Also on the BBC's site, Lend Me Your Ears, on the sounds of Victorian England.

There's a new anime version of the classic shoujo manga The Glass Mask. Trailer here.

And an excerpt of Neil Gamain's new book Anansi Boys is up on his website.

Anyone who's interested has probably already seen the Hugo nominees, but I thought I'd link 'em anyhow.

[livejournal.com profile] queenzulu, look! Suitably fun and campy Nancy Drew slash, The Secret of the Squeaky Springs! (Also, the two HCL fic [livejournal.com profile] troutkitty mentioned tonight were Graven Image, and the Billy's mom/Billy's Sunday school teacher one is What The Meek Inherit.)

This one's for [livejournal.com profile] chaleur23: veggie-zombie!

Speaking of zombies, this is the fic I was telling [livejournal.com profile] queenzulu about in the car last night, Things To Do in Orlando When You're Dead. RPS, explicit slash, and, um, sort of cannibalism? If none of the aforementioned bothers you, it's howlingly funny.

For something almost as amusing but much, um, cleaner, try this summary of Dracula:

MEANWHILE, BACK IN WHITBY, ENGLAND
Luca Westenra: I am teh hott. All teh dudez dig me.
Dr Seward: Liekwhoa Lucy!
Quincey Morris: Liekwhoa Lucy!
Arthur Holmwood: Liekwhoa Lucy!
Mina Murray: Liekwhoa Lu--
Lucy: SSHHH, they're not supposed to know about that! This is a Victorian novel, we have a DEEP, MEANINGFUL, WOMANLY FRIENDSHIP!
Mina: Sorry. Dude, where's my fiance?

Heh.

Finally, this is where I get the yummy chesnut cream coffee. (Which I forgot to pick up when I was there today. Dammit.)

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